Page 78 of Hockey Boy

His deep growl does just that. Forces my eyes back on him. “That’s right Lex, eyes on me while I’m inside of you. Don’t hide from me pretty girl, not when we’re like this.” He fucks up into me, the sensation taking me over the edge, as he wraps his fingers around my throat, squeezing gently, and pulls my mouth back down to his.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Warmth flows through my body, followed by a tingling sensation signaling that I’m seconds from tumbling over the edge into bliss.

“That’s it, Lex. Squeeze me,” he whispers against my mouth.

As my orgasm crests, washing over me, I bite down on his bottom lip. In response, he goes rigid, his cock swelling and filling me. Our breaths are heavy as we float back down. Then we’re kissing again. Did we ever stop? I don’t know, but I don’t want to. I want to prolong the moment. Make this time between us last.

As he softens inside me, I pull back and smile. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” I swing my leg over his hips and hustle to the bathroom. Quickly, I clean up, then I wet a washcloth with warm water and head back to the bedroom.

Aiden is still lounging, one arm behind his head, a lazy smile on his face. When he spots the washcloth in my hand, his gaze narrows. “What are you?—”

“Taking care of you,” I say, hovering over him to clean him off.

Aiden grabs my wrist, holding me in place for a moment, his dark eyes so sincere. “You’re perfect.”

My cheeks warm under his praise.

“But if you think I want to be clean of you, you’re crazy.”

I choke back a giddy laugh, playing it cool. “But you’ll be all sticky.”

“Then let’s shower together,” he suggests, hauling himself up to sitting.

Neither of us is ready for this moment to end. Because if we’re still in it, then we can still touch, and it won’t mean anything. It’s just sex.

These lies I’m telling myself are dangerous. There will never be enough distance between us to keep us safe, and yet I can’t get close enough.

With my heart in my throat, I whisper, “Okay.”

A half hour later, we’re snuggled beneath the covers, facing one another.

“This isn’t how I thought tonight would go,” Aiden admits.

“Really? You don’t frequently christen new apartments with whipped cream, followed by multiple orgasms? What a pity. Welcome to the wild side.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I figured it’d be awkward. Thought you’d disappear into the bedroom, and I’d be sitting on the couch wondering if I should come in here or not. I’d probably have waited until I thought you were asleep to avoid this moment.”

“I can’t imagine you ever feeling awkward. You’re always so chill about everything.”

“Nah, I’m just good at pretending.”

He continues, but I get hung up on that single sentence. It tells me more about him than anything he’s said to me since that day in my office. It hits the nail squarely on the head. This is what’s been bothering me about Aiden. He’s sunshine, but he’s not genuinely happy. He hides behind a persona, the louder version of himself, in hopes that the people who care about him won’t dig too deep to find the quieter one. But I want that quiet side too.

No. No, you don’t. Do you hear yourself? This is temporary. Fake. Don’t go falling for your temporary fiancé. It will only end in heartbreak. A complete disaster for the both of you.

“And the whole one bed thing.”

Finally forcing myself to tune into the conversation again, I frown. “What about it?”

“Just figured you’d set up a pillow wall or something. Tell me that while I may be allowed to sleep in here, I definitely can’t touch.”

I grasp his hand and press it against my hip. “You can definitely touch. In fact, I like when you do.”

The silence around us is deafening as he regards me, his expression a mix of wonder and disbelief. Then, as if he’s finally accepted my words, he pulls me close and embraces me. “I like it too.”

“Speaking of the fake stuff,” I say, my stomach twisting at that word.Fake. “We’re going to have to take things up a notch in public.”

Aiden reels back a little, watching me, his lips pressed in a firm line, not giving away his thoughts.

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